“What are you so happy for all of a sudden?” Molly asked. “Your sketch-club things are the worst I’ve ever seen, and the Professor was down on you like a hundred of bricks this morning.”
“I’m not happy,” said Nina, turning away what seemed to Molly a new face.
“What is it, then?”
“Nothing. Oh yes—by the way, I’m going to be married.”
“Not really?”
“Check this unflattering display of incredulity—I am.”
“Really and truly? And you never told me a thing. I hate slyness and secretiveness. Nina, who is it? Do I know him?”
Nina named a name.
“Never even heard of him. But where did you meet him? It really is rather deceitful of you.”
“I always meant to tell you, only there was nothing to tell till yesterday except”
“Except everything,” said Molly. “Well, tell me now.”
Nina jumped up and shook the bath-bun crumbs off her green muslin pinafore.
“Promise not to be horrid, and I will.”
“I won’t—I promise I won’t.”
